Peerless City Genius? Su Changqing: Don't bother me, I'm teaching my daughter t

The next day, early in the morning.

The streets of Snowmoon City were not yet fully awake; a thin mist shrouded the bluestone pavement, giving it a damp and cool feel.

"Squeak—"

The newly repaired wooden door of the Evergreen Tavern was pushed open again.

A young boy walked in, bathed in the morning light.

He was dressed in a drab gray cloth, looking quite unremarkable, but on his back he carried a mahogany sword box that was much larger than the rest of him.

The sword case was dark red in color and engraved with intricate gold lines, exuding an ancient and dangerous aura.

Unparalleled City, Unrivaled.

This once-in-a-century genius was standing at the door, taking a deep breath and trying to strike a pose of a peerless swordsman with aloofness.

After arriving in Snowmoon City last night, he did not rush to take action, but instead inquired around the city first.

Regarding the legend of "severing the sky with a single chopstick", some people say it's incredibly powerful, while others say it's just a rumor.

As a swordsman who only believes in the sword in his hand, he must verify it himself.

"call……"

With eyes like lightning, Wushuang surveyed the surroundings, preparing to find that reclusive master and then announce the return of Wushuang City with an earth-shattering duel.

however.

When he saw the scene inside the tavern, he froze instantly.

There was no expected surge of sword energy, nor any clash of masters.

On a large table near the window, Su Changqing, who was rumored to be terrifying, was lying on the table without any regard for his image, holding a dark charcoal pencil and drawing on a piece of rice paper.

In his arms, the adorable little dumpling Su Xiaonuo blinked her big eyes and looked at her father with adoration.

"Daddy, is this circle a head?"

Little Nuomi pointed to a crooked circle on the paper and asked.

"Yes, this is the head."

Su Changqing explained in a serious tone, "This rectangle is the body, and these four matchsticks are the hands and feet. Look, this is Daddy."

"And what about Mother?"

"Mother is right next to me; the one with the longer hair is Mother."

Su Changqing drew another equally abstract stick figure next to it, but added a few more vertical lines for hair.

"What about Nuonuo?"

"Nuonuo is in the middle, she's the little one."

"Wow! That's amazing! Daddy is the best painter in the world!"

Little Nuomi clapped and cheered enthusiastically, her eyes so sincere that it seemed as if Su Changqing was painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Wushuang: "..."

His lips twitched violently a few times.

Is this the sword god who could cleave the sky with a single chopstick?

Is this the monster that made even the Gun Immortal Sikong Changfeng's legs go weak?

This is clearly a brainless dad who spoils his daughter to the point of being oblivious!

And this drawing skill... it's simply unbelievable, even worse than a three-year-old!

"Ahem!"

Wushuang felt ignored, and thoroughly ignored at that. He coughed loudly twice, trying to get his attention.

No one cares about him.

Su Changqing was still enthusiastically drawing facial features on the stick figure: "Come on, draw a mouth for Mommy, make sure she's smiling happily."

"I am Wushuang from Wushuang City!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Wushuang gathered his strength in his dantian and roared, "I have come bearing the Wushuang Sword Box to challenge Mr. Su for a swordsmanship contest!"

That shout was so powerful that it made the teacups on the table shake.

Su Changqing's charcoal pencil trembled slightly, and the mouth that should have been a smiling face was accidentally drawn crooked, turning into a mocking smirk.

"Oh dear! The drawing is ruined!" Su Changqing said with a regretful expression.

"It's all that older brother's fault!"

Little Nuomi turned her head angrily and glared at Wushuang, "Big brother, you're too noisy! You scared Mommy's mouth crooked!"

Wushuang: "..."

He felt like he was choking on a mouthful of blood, unable to swallow it or spit it out.

He, the esteemed successor of the Peerless Sword Box, was actually complained about for being too noisy.

And the reason given was... that it scared the stick figure in the drawing so badly that its mouth became crooked?

What kind of reason is that?!

"Go! Go! Go."

Su Changqing finally raised his head, but didn't even glance at Wushuang, as if shooing away an annoying fly. "Kid, go play somewhere else. Can't you see I'm busy? If you want to fight, go find Lei Wujie. He's tough and can take a beating."

Lei Wujie, who was munching on a steamed bun in the corner, looked up innocently: "Brother-in-law, you can't be this ripped off! I'm already injured like this!"

Although he complained, Lei Wujie was secretly overjoyed to see Wushuang's humiliated expression.

"Hey bro, take my advice."

Lei Wujie swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, put on the air of someone who had been through it all, and said earnestly, "This tavern is too murky; you can't handle it. I was just as full of vigor as you back then, and what happened? I was hung on the Ascension Pavilion and left to stand in the wind for half an hour."

He pointed to his tattered red clothes. "See? This is what happens when you disobey. Hurry up and leave before my brother-in-law gets angry."

"Shut up!"

Wushuang glared fiercely at Lei Wujie, "That's because you're too weak! I'm Wushuang!"

He turned his head and stared intently at Su Changqing's back. The fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish; instead, it burned even brighter.

They were looked down upon.

This was an experience he had never had before.

In Wushuang City, he was a genius admired by all; in the martial arts world, he was the fearsome successor of the Sword Box.

But here, he's not even as important as a scribble?

This humiliation was worse than death!

"Su Changqing!"

Wushuang's voice turned icy. "Do you look down on me? Or do you look down on this Wushuang Sword Box? I've come here today only to seek defeat! If you don't make a move, I'll wait until you do!"

Su Changqing didn't turn around. He simply picked up a new sheet of Xuan paper and said gently to Xiao Nuomi, "Nuonuo, let's draw another one. How about a big tiger this time?"

"Yay! I want a majestic tiger!" Little Nuomi instantly forgot her earlier unhappiness.

This blatant disregard completely ignited the powder keg in Wushuang's heart.

"Fine! Since you're ignoring me, I'll force you to make your move!"

Wushuang was furious and slammed his hands down on the huge sword box behind him.

"Zheng—!!!"

A clear and resounding sword cry echoed throughout the tavern.

The sword case opened, and several beams of cold light shot into the sky!

"Cloud shuttle! Light frost! Soft as silk! Jade ruyi! Phoenix flute!"

Five flying swords swirled and danced in the air, radiating an extremely sharp sword aura.

"go!"

The peerless sword points to a single point.

The five flying swords transformed into five streaks of light, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, pointing directly at Su Changqing's back!